Sticky Lucky

lily, maya, tony, guillermo at the Museum of Life and Science.

My sister always has her kids hold hands. Maya was on board, Guillermo not so much.

We had a wonderful visit with the Crow kids. 

We saw the Three Pigs opera, decorated cupcakes, played at the Museum of Life and Science, ran around UNC's campus and saw Monsters vs. Aliens. The kids also built a fort out of sticks in the front yard, played bad guys with action figures, space ships, Legos and whatever else they could find, went on a hike in the woods with Will, goofed off at lunch at Foster's Market, had a sword fight with noodles for the pool, colored, and played Leapster. 

Plus, Julie and I stayed up late chatting each night.

I am exhausted, but we miss them so much. 

Everyone got along really well. Lily especially liked Will. 

"I want to marry someone," she told him. 

"Who?" Will asked. 

"You," she replied. 

Maya, meanwhile, wouldn't pull herself from Lily, and Lily was a gracious older cousin who helped take care of Maya. 

Guillermo still loved his Legos best of all, but put them down often enough without a fight to play with the others who aren't as enthralled with them as he is. 

And Tony, silly Tony, repeated the phrase "sticky lucky" all day Saturday and then changed it up a bit on Sunday to "lucky pucky." 

They left today, at 4 a.m. 

We'll see each other again this summer at my parent's house. 

I can't wait.